Piano MAG

April 8, 2012
By dr0pz0fjupit3r BRONZE, East Amherst, New York
dr0pz0fjupit3r BRONZE, East Amherst, New York
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Favorite Quote:
If it's a friend you need, let it be me.


Random,
discordant
notes filled the air.
They rain down,
sharp pieces of glass
stabbing me
until my blood was on the floor.
Tears were quick to follow.
I would never be as good as Momma.
You came in
then.
Your skirt dragged on the floor,
your bun had come undone.
You smelled like flour,
like midnight,
like ink.
When you played,
the world stopped.
B-flats and F-sharps filled the air,
falling down like feathers,
resting on my shoulders,
giving me wings.


The author's comments:
This idea came to me in a dream

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on Jun. 28 2013 at 4:43 pm
dr0pz0fjupit3r BRONZE, East Amherst, New York
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Favorite Quote:
If it's a friend you need, let it be me.

Thanks so much!

MayaNelle GOLD said...
on Mar. 24 2013 at 8:25 pm
MayaNelle GOLD, Palo Alto, California
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your descriptions are enchanting:P I appreciate this poem greatly




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